From here we drove north to the beautiful and dynamic Olympic National Park. I slept, having worked a night shift and then rushed to the airport to catch my flight in the morning, and sleeping in the car is something I LOVE! It’s like a portal in time; you fall asleep at one point, and in my case, wake up in a different state entirely!
Anyways, our first stop was to Crescent Lake, we were to stay at the lodge. The following description is from the journal I kept along the way.
I’m going to make this short because I’m actively falling asleep, but this place is magic.
A glass lake caresses the mountain on three sides, and gently reaches up to the shore with a soft oscillating motion.
Every shade of green — emerald, mint, moss — converge to form a tree blanket, laid thoughtfully across the mountains surrounding our little cabin. The only sounds come from a light breeze, disrupting the perfectly placed leaves, and slightly stirring the water with delicate motion.
I smell pine as I cast a happy eye across to the distant shore, the light fades, and stars begin to poke holes through the lavender dusk. I am so happy to bear witness to this twilight magic, because, had I not been in that moment, I might not believe such peaceful beauty could exist.